Oh my darling with the liquid gold smile,
Why are my thoughts always echoes of you?
Crawling and groping, just begging for your brown eyes,
And yet my thoughts do never come true.
Held down and struggling,
For I'm trapped in my life,
How I wonder when you'll come to set me free.
Seems I'll be alone,
Just a ribbon of dispair,
Till your smile does come to rescue me.
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